The world is a stage
Upon which we are permitted
A temporary performance.

Learn life’s lines well
For when we exit stage left
Only the author
Can command an encore.

Love is not love that alters
When alteration finds.

Many gold bands are lost
To a readjusted mind

Pure gold will never tarnish
Tho' scored and bent may be.

True love is refined by our constancy.

I could have kissed you
As we sat in evening sun.
But why so shy.

I could have kissed you
As we lay in summers field.
Would you have flown away.

I could have kissed you
As tears of hurt you shed.
Would it mend my aching heart.

I kissed you.
One delightful day in May.
Oh why did I delay.

Rhythmic tympani of woodland symphony,
His search for lunch in Quercus branch
Ads music to a forest glade.
Dawn's chorus would the poorer be
Without his insistent cacophony

So this is love, oh had I but known.
Your beauty leaves a heart enslaved,
Were I a king-for you, what of throne?
My abdication subjects would forgive.

A world without you would be grey
A canvass without its colour.
A divine artist though passed this way.
Oh please- never meet my brother!

My heart no longer dwells within
I wear it on my sleeve.
The end of me would be your sin
Should you ever leave.

But wait. What beauty does approach?
Oh fickle heart of mine.
Now shall I incur reproach.
Er-What was your name again?